Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Novels & Stories

“Do you really think you will get away with this like you did the last time?” I leaned back against my seat, a bored expression settling on my face. “Don’t you think it would be more effective if you tabled your concerns to the moon goddess instead? She is afterall the one pairing wolves of the same gender,” I asked and the temperature of the room shifted. I could see the anger brewing, the pure rage in their eyes at my insolence but I honestly couldn't care less. “Just like I said when I enrolled into this joke of an academy, I will fuck whoever I want, however I want. If you have a problem with that, then you can sign the expulsion papers and watch me get the fuck out,” I shrugged.

“Really Mason? What’s wrong with you?” The news anchor reappeared before them and caught everyone’s attention once more. They’d missed the end of Edmond’s speech. “Alet Academy has released a statement. It is as follows: ‘At Alet Academy, we support our government and military. Before her enrollment, the student in question was thoroughly vetted to ensure the safety of both students and faculty. We see no reason to question this process. She will remain enrolled until she turns eighteen. Any families wishing to withdraw their students are welcome to do so. Alet Academy will give full refunds to those wishing to leave. We support our students and staff and desire nothing but the best for them

“Nothing more. These accusations are serious, but they’re baseless.” Elena sighed, rubbing her temples. “Adrian, we’ve been friends for years. I covered for you during the mess with your ex-wife. But this? If there’s even a shred of truth, you’re done. Tenure review, possible termination, license issues. And her?” She looked at Mia. “Expulsion, permanent mark on your record. Your parents are major donors, Mia. This could blow back on them too.” Mia lifted her chin, channeling every ounce of the bold girl who had started this. “Professor Vale has only helped me with my thesis and literature discussions. Lucas is lying because I rejected him. That’s all.”

Titus put the phone to his ear and waited for Carol to speak. Carol turned off loudspeaker too, but she felt really awkward at the moment. After all, she had sworn that she would not talk to him. Myka gave her a look and whispered, “Ask him what those negative reviews are about.” Fine... This was about Tiny Blessings. It was not the time for her to throw a tantrum. “Myka checked the IDs of the people who left the negative reviews and found that Mr. Sirius was behind them. He also complained that Tiny Blessings sold low quality products. That’s why Myka was a little worked up just now.” Carol then waited for Titus to speak.

Just to see that Justice was served. But every single time, I opened the mail: APPLICATION REJECTED. It was like the universe was against me and hell bent on frustrating me. Then I tried transferring from my own academy—which was less grand to Bloodmoon Dominion and I could only pray that it works out. But It was after I had finished applying that another candidate told me she had tried transferring for three consecutive times but it was always rejected, because the Academy thought students from other Academies couldn't measure up to their standards.

Dre laughed. “Meet the security for a punishment suitable for both of you. I believe you know the rules of the Academy. I am disappointed in you, Marlene,” she declared, and Marlene looked furious. “I didn’t do anything wrong! He was saying crazy things to me, and I only reacted based on the nonsense he said!” she said, and the lecturer raised her eyebrows. “Would you like to tell your fellow students what Mr. La Rosa said that made you react in that manner?” she asked, and I smirked, knowing Marlene was too embarrassed to say it.

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

Already healing. My phone buzzed. A message from the Supernatural Council's interim chairman. Hearing concerning reports about radical changes at Moonrise Academy. We need to discuss appropriate oversight and authorization procedures. I smiled grimly. So it begins. The resistance Prospero had warned about. I typed a response. The changes are happening with or without Council approval. Moonrise Academy is no longer waiting for permission to protect its students. If the Council wishes to remain relevant, I suggest you adapt. Send. Let them be concerned. Let them scramble to maintain control they'd already lost through their own corruption.

“Then maybe he stops hating me.” Mia watched him. “You really think he hates you?” Leo blinked. “Doesn’t he?” Mia smiled slightly. “No.” He frowned. “He argues every day.” “Exactly.” Leo looked confused. Mia laughed softly. “He cares enough to stay angry.” Before Leo could answer, Nathan called from across the room. “Are you coming back or planning my defeat already?” Leo sighed. Mia smiled. “See?” At the academy art wing another announcement had arrived. Colored papers covered the board while students crowded around excitedly.

"Are you kidding me? Lara graduated from the Music Department of the Royal Werewolf Academy, and you're saying she's worse than a housewife? Frankly speaking, out of all the parents competing today, I doubt a single one of you is even qualified to share a stage with her." The crowd started buzzing, everyone whispering indignantly among themselves, but nobody actually stepped up to challenge him. Honestly, part of what he said was true. The Music Department of the Royal Werewolf Academy really was the top musical institution in the entire country. Countless packs waved blank checks trying to get their pups in, only to get rejected before they could even get an interview. The department didn't